I'm drinking a glass of wine,
bitter, sweet finish, round...

The outlines of a city used and discarded.
Concrete blown and torn apart...

I've been building a dream,
for you and me dear...

I can't choose,
between beauty and divine...

She wants to see me tonight,
who am I kidding, it's me...

A hundred degrees, there's not a breeze coming in,
the air is really heavy and we live lives deep in...

We are the messengers, we've stolen all your...
Trapped in a box of evil, we can't prevail...

I feel asleep,
gently rocking my chair...

Lover's in,
the moonlight...

There was a spark of excitement,
as I read my mail...

Rock & roll died when Bonham passed away,
people in sorrow - the sky has turned to gray...

Snow and confusion in the air,
a harsh reality...